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SEVEN  SPRAYS 


AND 


A  GOLDEN  POPPY 


POEMS 

a  SONG 
and  a  STORY 


JULIANA    TOWNSEND 


Copyright,  1919  by  Juliana  Townsend 
Entered  at  Stationer's  Hall 


Photo  by   Wallace  Carruthers. 

THE  AUTHOR 


NOVEMBER,   1919 


CONTENTS 


Seven  Sprays  7 

Poppies -. 8 

A  Rose  Bush 8 

Two  Roses  9 

Row  of  Shasta  Daisies 9 

June    10 

Mangolds  - 10 

Lypia  Chains  11 

The  Criminals  - 11 

A  Peach  Tree 12 

An  Apricot  Tree 12 

Pepper  Berries  13 

An   Elm   Tree 13 

A  Wonderful  Schoolhouse 14 

A  White  Rose 15 

Baby  Sister  17 

Eucalyptus  Trees  18 

Meditation    18 

Five  Scarlet  Dahlias 19 

Emblem  of  Spring 20 

The  Father's  Thought 21 

A  Hollyhock 22 

Honeysuckle   .  22 


415678  Five 


Morning  Glories  23 

Some   Pink   Geraniums 23 

The  Fire  24 

Beloved  Maria  Montessori 27 

A  Palm  Tree 28 

My  Age  29 

Polly  and  Toto..... 30 

FULL  PAGE  ILLUSTRATIONS 

The  Author  (November,  1919),  Frontispiece........     4 

Marie  Belle   (November,   1919) 16 

Dr.  Maria  Montessori,  Juliana  and  Brother 26 


Six 


SEVEN  SPRAYS 

OEVEN  sprays  of  pussy  willow; 

Each  one  has  a  little  bed, 
Each  one  has  a  little  pillow, 
None  of  them  are  red. 

Seven  sprays  of  pussy  willow: 
Some  of  them  are  gray, 

These  little  baby  buds 

Chased  the  old  winter  away. 


MNTICR'S   FLIGHT 


Seven 


POPPIES 

f 

/TVHERE  are  poppies  of  red,  a  lovely  hue ; 
*-    There  are  poppies  of  pink,  quite  pretty, 

too; 

But  the  poppies  of  gold  I  love  the  best, 
For  they  are  different  from  all  the  rest — 
And  they  grow  in  California. 

I  like  the  gold  for  the  lovely  hue; 

I  love  the  feathery  leaflets,  too ; 

So  that  is  why  I  like  them  best, 

And  that's  why  they're  different  from  the 

rest— 
And  they  grow  in  California. 


A  ROSE  BUSH 

SOME  roses  of  a  creamy 
hue 
Upon    a   lovely   rose   bush 

grew; 

They  opened  wide  to  meet  the  sun 
And  cried  with  joy,  "The  day's  begun." 

Eight 


TWO  ROSES 

npHERE  were  two  roses  that  grew  on  a 
-*-    bush, 

And  red  was  their  lovely  hue; 
There  were  two  roses  that  grew  on  a  bush, 

Yes,  two  and  only  two. 

But  their  wonderful  fragrance  was  so  sweet 

That  it  perfumed  all  the  air, 
And  I  went  dreaming  every  place 

About  them,  yes,  everywhere. 


ROW  OF  SHASTA  DAISIES 

A    ROW  of  Shasta  daisies, 

Waving  in  the  sun, 
Every  one  a-smiling, 
Yes,  every  single  one. 

Every  one  a-nodding, 

A-nodding  to  us  here; 
But  they  will  fade  quite  soon  this  fall 

To  bloom  again  next  year. 

Nine 


JUNE 

OTHER,  please  do  let  me  tell 
Something  I  know  very  well- 
Ripening  is  the  golden  wheat, 
Grass  is  growing  at  my  feet; 
Blooming  are  the  roses  sweet, 
There  are  poppies  in  the  wheat. 
Mother,  please  do  let  me  tell 
Something  I  know  very  well— 

MARIGOLDS 

A/f  ARIGOLDS  of  yellow, 
*         Marigolds  so  bright, 
Marigolds  a-smiling 
In  the  gold  sunlight. 

Marigolds  of  orange, 

Such  a  pretty  hue; 
They  will  stand  a-smiling 

All  the  whole  day  through. 

Marigold  is  the  right  name 
For  such  a  merry  flower, 

They  always  are  a-smiling, 
Yes,  through  every  hour. 

Ten 


LYPIA  CHAINS 

T  LOVE  to  make  my  lypia  chains 
•*•     To  slip  over  my  head. 
Once  I  made  one  awfully  long 

And  I  wore  it  to  bed, 
But  in  the  morning  it  was  torn, 
So  there  I  left  it  all  forlorn. 

THE  CRIMINALS 

HP  HE  socks  they  are  the  criminals, 

They  are  like  the  clothes, 
But  they  get  very  dirty 
Just  around  the  toes. 

So  I  must  be  policeman 
And  hangman,  too,  you  see, 

But  I  hang  them  on  the  clothesline, 
Instead  of  on  a  tree. 


Eleven 


A  PEACH  TREE 

A  DAINTY  little  peach  tree, 
^•^     With  leaves  of  mossy  green, 
So  slender  and  so  pretty, 
With  a  touch  of  golden  gleam. 

The  leaves  of  it  so  slender, 
And  its  blossoms  are  so  sweet, 

That  many  little  children 
Lie  resting  at  its  feet. 

AN  APRICOT  TREE 

A  N  apricot  tree  grew  in  our  back  yard, 
-***  And  its  leaves  were  of  silver  green, 
And  the  sun  sent  down  its  beautiful  rays 
In  a  lovely  golden  stream. 

When  the  morning  light  shined  through  its 
beautiful  leaves 

With  a  lovely  silver  stream, 
It  gave  it  a  color  that  no  one  could  paint, 

A  wonderful,  beautiful  gleam. 

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PEPPER  BERRIES 

T    ITTLE  strings  of  crimson  beads, 
*-'    And  little  flowers  of  white, 
And  long  green  leafy  spangles 
Have  the  pepper  berries  bright. 

They  cheer  us  with  their  crimson  beads 
And  flowers  of  ivory  white, 

And  their  long,  green,  leafy  spangles 
Make  us  feel  so  very  bright. 


AN  ELM  TREE 

T   ITTLE  scalloped  leaves  of  green, 
*^  And  small  trunk  of  brown, 
And  small  and  tiny  branches 

Make  it  look  as  tho  't  would  frown. 

But  it  will  grow  so  tall,  so  tall, 
And  the  trunk  will  grow  so  big, 

That  it  will  have  great  branches, 
Instead  of  just  a  twig. 

Thirteen 


The  following  was  written  to  Miss  Opal  Stanley  Whiteley 
on  a  trip  to  Little  Rock  through  Bouquet  Canyon,  May,  1919. 


A  WONDERFUL  SCHOOLHOUSE 


Earth  is  Nature's  Schoolhouse, 
She  teaches  us  many  things  ; 
Not  just  to  teeter-totter 
And  play  in  little  swings. 

She  teaches  us  to  love  the  birdies 

So  tiny,  shy  and  small, 
Who  have  their  little  nestlings 

Up  in  the  tree-tops  tall. 

Beautiful  Persian  carpets 
Spreading  beneath  our  feet, 

Made  of  the  lovely  wild  flowers, 
So  tiny  and  so  sweet. 

Wonderful  giants  so  stately, 

Towering  to  the  sky; 
Who  has  ever  climbed  them? 

Both  of  us,  you  and  I. 


Fourteen 


Sycamores  and  oak  trees 
So  large  and  tall  and  great, 

There  they  stand  a-ruling 
In  such  a  kingly  state. 

Wonderful,  wonderful  oak  trees, 

With  leaves  of  glossy  green 
Forming  a  lovely  canopy, 

The  most  beautiful  ever  seen. 

Wonderful  things  carved  out  of  stone 
Stand  on  the  mountains  all  alone 

Reaching  nearly  to  the  sky. 

Who  has  been  on  them?    You  and  I. 

A  WHITE  ROSE 

A  WHITE  rose  was  tall  and  lovely, 
With  leaves  so  slender  and  long. 
There  are  thorns  about  it  to  guard  it, 

And  I'm  sure  my  description's  not  wrong. 


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Seventeen 


EUCALYPTUS  TREES 

'"THEY'RE  tall  and  great  and  mighty, 
-*•     And  have  such  slender  leaves, 
And  are  so  tall  and  graceful, 
Are  the  Eucalyptus  trees. 

They  grow  so  tall  above  my  head, 
And  have  such  bright  green  leaves, 

That  they  are  great  and  beautiful, 
Are  the  Eucalyptus  trees. 


MEDITATION 

\  SIT  upon  the  silver  sands, 

I  gaze  upon  the  ocean  blue, 
I  gaze  upon  the  foreign  lands, 
I  gaze  upon  the  sea  birds,  too. 


Eighteen 


FIFE  SCARLET  DAHLIAS 


scarlet  Dahlias, 
In  a  pretty  vase: 
Their  petals  are  like  velvet 
And  soft  green  is  their  base. 

Five  pretty  Dahlias, 
Looking  toward  the  sky, 

Ask  us,  "Who  enjoys  them?" 
Surely  you  and  I. 

Five  dark  red  Dahlias, 

Very  lovely,  too  ; 
Surely  we'll  enjoy  them 

All  the  whole  day  through. 

Five  lovely  Dahlias, 

Brightening  all  the  way, 

They  will  gladly  cheer  us 
All  through  this  long  day. 


Nineteen 


EMBLEM  OF  SPRING 

ITTLE  robin,  sweetly  sing, 
-L/  Tell  us  of  the  coming  spring. 

Violet  's  peeping  up  her  head 
From  her  softly  covered  bed. 

Little  robin,  merrily  sing, 
Tell  us  of  the  coming  spring. 


Twenty 


THE  FATHER'S  THOUGHT 

TN  all  the  days  of  happiness 
•*-     Of  childhood  very  glad, 
A  wee,  wee  schoolhouse  by  the  hill 
Was  all  the  help  we  had. 

And  when  I  see  my  children  now 
So  happily  to  school  go, 

I  think  of  my  old  school  days 
In  the  time  of  long  ago. 


Twenty-one 


A  HOLLYHOCK 

T^HERE  was  a  little  hollyhock, 
-*•     So  pretty  and  so  gay; 
It  grew  upon  a  lovely  stalk 

And  smiled  all  through  the  day. 

It  wished  to  go,  to  see  the  world, 
But  the  good  plant  said,  "No,  no; 

The  time  will  come,  some  time  this  year, 
And  then  I'll  let  you  go." 

"All  right,"  the  little  flower  agreed, 

"I'll  wait  until  my  time, 
I'll  wait  and  do  my  duty 

So  there'll  be  flowers  called  mine." 


HONEYSUCKLE 

TTONEYSUCKLE  on  a  vine 
"•      Makes  a  pretty  crown, 
So  with  it  I  and  sister  mine 
Deck  ourselves  up  and  down. 

Twenty-two 


MORNING-GLORIES 

T    ITTLE  cups  of  azure  hue, 
*~*  With  little  necks  of  white, 
Holding  drops  of  morning  dew 
For  the  butterflies  bright. 

Little  cups  of  honey 

Made  of  heavenly  blue; 

Little  bees  gather  it 

All  the  whole  day  through. 

SOME  PINK  GERANIUMS 


^T^HERE  were  some  pink  geraniums 

That  grew  on  a  small  bush  ; 
Their  petals  were  of  salmon  pink, 

Their  leaves  looked  quite  like  plush. 

They  grew  and  grew  right  by  our  house, 
And  blossomed  bright  and  gay, 

And  in  the  fall  they  cheerfully  sent 
Their  little  seeds  away. 


Twenty-three 


THE  FIRE 

sun  was  red,  and  a  fire  was  ahead 
And  a  fire  with  a  mighty  roar; 
And  the  ashes  flew,  and  the  wind  it  blew, 
And  the  sun  reddened  more  and  more. 

Then  it  lessened  and  lessened  its  horrible 
hue, 

But  the  fire  still  raged  ahead, 
And  the  people  around  for  miles  and  miles 

Looked  back  at  the  fire  and  fled. 

The  fire-fighters  came,  but  they  fled  too. 

For  the  fire  with  its  mighty  roar 
Came  on  and  on,  and  they  looked  back 

And  fled  faster  than  before. 

The  sun  went  down  behind  the  hill, 

But  the  fire  raged  on  and  on, 
And  when  it  came  up  the  fire  was  still  there, 

But  the  trees  and  fields  were  gone. 


Twenty-four 


The  fire-fighters  worked,  but  their  work  did 

none- 
Only  a  rain  could  save  what  was  done; 
A  rain  could  stop  that  mighty  roar, 

But  the  fire-fighters  worked  as  they  had 
before. 


Burning  of  Pacoima  and  Big  Tejunga  Canyons,  Septem- 
ber 23,  1919,  can  be  seen  and  heard  from  my  home  in  Los 
Angeles,  threatening  to  take  Glendora  and  Azusa. 


Twenty-five 


Photo  by  Wilton  Film  Service 

EASTER    DAY,    1917,   AT   HOLLYWOOD 
DEAR  DOTORESSA,  BROTHER  AND  I 


BELOVED  MARIA  MONTESSORI 


of  the  East  came  the  boat  of  truth, 
And  that  boat  was  steered  to  land 
By  the  helpful  guidance  fine  and  clear 
Of  Montessori's  hand. 

I  was  in  that  boat  and  watched  her  steer 
The  boat  to  the  schools  of  today, 

And  I  learned  to  work  so  easily 
That  my  work  just  seems  like  play. 

Brother,  too,  has  learned  the  way 

How  to  work  when  it  seems  like  play, 

And  so  we  have  a  lovely  time 
In  Southern  California's  clime. 


Twenty-seven 


A  PALM  TREE 

FT  has  long,  swaying  branches 
•*•     And  a  trunk  of  brown  and  gray; 
The  ferns  take  root  upon  it 
And  suck  the  sap  away. 

Its  dates  are  long  and  circular,  when  ripe 
are  a  dark  brown, 

When  they're  green  they're  yellow, 
Then  they  look  nice  in  the  tree, 

Just  as  though  they're  mellow. 

Once  I  bit  a  yellow  one 

Because  it  looked  so  nice— 
I  spit  it  out,  it  tastes  so  bad, 

And  I  thought  'twould  taste  like  spice. 

A  palm  tree  has  such  pretty  flowers,  they 

look  like  ivory; 
They  are  a  glossy,  glossy  white 

And  have  a  tint  so  creamy, 
That  you  could  see  them  in  the  night, 

Then  they  look  so  nice  and  dreamy. 


Twenty-eight 


MY  AGE 

J'LL  be  benign,  I'll  be  benign, 

I'll  be  benign  a-plenty. 
In  nineteen  nineteen  I'll  be — be  nine; 
But  I'll  be  X  in  twenty. 


MY  BIRTH  FLOWER 


MY  BIRTHDAY 

February  2 


T  iv  enty  -  nine 


POLLY  AND  TOTO 

By  Juliana  Townsend  to  Her  Baby  Sister 


,  come  with  me,"  called  Polly,  "for  I  am 
going  to  the  woods."  Toto  was  a  little  black 
spaniel  which  Polly  and  "Little  Boy  Blue"  and 
Annie  loved  very  much. 

Toto  came  running  and  nestled  up  close  to  Polly. 
"Sh,  Toto,"  whispered  Polly,  "Little  Boy  Blue  doesn't 
like  me  ;  I  am  going  to  run  away.  Sh,  Toto,  don't  tell 
Little  Boy  Blue!" 

Toto  very  faithfully  followed  Polly.  Although  he 
did  smell  trouble,  he  would  not  desert  her,  for,  maybe 
he  could  help  her. 

Polly  soon  came  to  the  woods  and  seeing  a  little 
mound,  she  thought  it  would  be  lovely  to  rest  there. 

Toto's  instinct  told  him  not  to  go  there.  But  Polly 
wanted  to  sit  down  so  she  quickly  went  toward  it. 

"Help,  help!"  cried  Polly.  She  had  fallen  into  a 
trap. 

The  trap  was  made  by  digging  a  deep  hole  and  cov- 
ering it  with  straw  and  earth. 

Toto  saw  that  Polly  could  be  helped  so  he  ran  home 
as  fast  as  he  could  to  get  somebody. 

Thirty 


Poor  Polly  was  afraid  that  Toto  had  deserted  her. 
How  she  clung  to  the  ground  outside  the  trap.  "I-I-I 
wish  Toto  was  here,"  sobbed  Polly. 

Soon  after  that  Toto  darted  through  the  trees  that 
hid  the  narrow  path  and  who  should  he  have  brought 
but  Little  Boy  Blue.  "Please  help  me  get  out,"  cried 
Polly  joyfully. 

Soon  Toto  and  Little  Boy  Blue  had  Polly  on  safe 
ground.  How  happy  Polly  was.  And  Polly  never  felt 
cross  at  Little  Boy  Blue  after  that. 


Thirty -one 


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